The Last Door

Do you remember the girl with the sad eyes?
She was ready to walk into flame for you,
to spill a drop of her blood into your palm,
to break bread with you, share the same water.

Do you remember her hair—loose, luminous,
and her burning lips, that tender voice?
Do you feel her breath as sleep comes?
Do you dream of her at first light?

It's late now. You are alone. The letters read again.
And you hold memories to your chest, fierce, in the dark.
She grieves somewhere. Rain falls through her gaze...
And she waits for you at the final door.